pwn posted:

Finally catching up on my Isobel Campbell after putting it off for the past couple decades. The Mark Lanegan colab era is still a bit daunting to tackle just yet, though.

hexwren posted:

tool is absolutely worth it live for the opening acts: the two times I saw them, the openers were fantomas (circa director's cut) and meshuggah (circa nothing, and half of meshuggah were on stage with tool playing along during one of the complicated instrumental bits from the back half of lateralus)

but it is absolutely a solo appreciation: tool fans are terrible (the second time I saw them, i was exactly one row behind a dipshit in a confederate flag t-shirt who was angry they didn't play sober)

also they tend to play hockey barns that sound like dogshit with cranked amps

therefore, if I'm a tool fan at any point, I too am terrible

a perfect circle was actually really good live tho

also, I got to hit up the record store last night, which was nice

i got:
osibisa - heads
genesis - invisible touch
nick cave & the bad seeds - the good son
strapping young lad - (s/t)
r.e.m. - dead letter office

BigFactory posted:

King crimson opened for them on a west coast tour in like 2000/2001

hexwren posted:

I was aware of it at the time and was extremely disappointed I was in Pennsylvania and unable to see it - the with-fantomas gig was the leg of the tour immediately following the KC run

I was just getting into KC at that point, tho, so I would have definitely been minorly disappointed because I hadn't yet heard anything but the first record and was definitely not ready for the construction lineup

hexwren posted:

I hadn't, actually. there's a lot of stuff in that 00s run where at the time I was too broke to keep tossing dollars at projekct cds (hoping that they were better than the extremely expensive space groove) and since just haven't gotten around to catching up again.

I'll keep an eye open for a copy

Boinks posted:

One of my Tool CDs has a stereoscope in it.

dorium posted:

I got to see ISIS open for Tool during the 10,000 Days tour in Fresno. Now THAT was a fuckin set. I was like 10ft from the stage too for ISIS, such a rad band. Glad I saw them before they broke-up.

CPL593H posted:

If the Tool fans I know are indication it's one of those "Everything I liked when I was 12 is and always will be the coolest poo poo ever!" things.

dorium posted:

I got to see ISIS

Barry posted:

You're right but Tool definitely does not have that market cornered. Honestly I think everyone that isn't really that into music and hasn't listened to anything new since high school is exactly like that

LooksLikeABabyRat posted:

I was at that show. It was the first road trip I took with friends in highschool without parents. Good times.

CPL593H posted:

Turbinosamente posted:

I've so far discovered that the Casino Royal '67 soundtrack is better than it has any right to be: if you like vaguely loungey swinging 60s comedy movie soundtracks that is.

petit choux posted:

Hah that's cool.

I just had one of those junk store moments where the guy says, "oh, yeah nobody wants any of those, all the classic rock is in the bins up front. Those are all a dollar." Turned out to be almost all disco singles and, remarkably enough, almost all female performers, like a thousand records or so all in good or better condition. I scooped up a bunch of Vicki Sue Robinson, Gloria Gaynor, Donna Summer singles, oh, and a couple singles by Pia Zadora, who I apparently forgot had a singing career. At a dollar each I also just grabbed up anything with good cover art. And horny cover art. I actually found a couple disco records with very horny art on the jackets, I might flip those.

And amusingly enough, a 10-record box set of Benny Goodman, one of the relatively few white jazz performers from that era that I actually like. And like most of those collections, it has almost never been played. Benny was incredibly prolific.

Turbinosamente posted:

CDs happen to be easier to clean out at the moment, but I am planning on going through my no name disco singles at some point. Lots of "ehn" songs there by performers lost to time. Kinda jealous you got good poo poo by the big names, lol. I'm likely to keep the sort of related Motown stuff; for a while I was finding Fifth Dimension, Earth Wind and Fire, and the Commodores everywhere.

Turbinosamente posted:

All of that is way cooler than my last thrift store look months ago. My current discovery is that I have entirely too many Fatboy Slim CDs, and apparently don't actually like 90s techno breakbeat stuff despite having grown up with it.

Turbinosamente posted:

I saw a Tool CD in a thrift store once. However it was so beat to poo poo I did not buy it. This is my sole encounter with Tool, thanks for reading.

petit choux posted:

A man can only take so much Amen

ED: That techno breakbeat poo poo is so much part of me though, drat. It's hilarious.

petit choux posted:

And my last 7", a collectible from the 64 world's fair, by Travelers Insurance, an oratory on how from the dawn of mankind to the present, man has needed protection from the eventualities of life and insurance is the most advanced, highly evolved thing that a responsible guy can do. It's golden see-through vinyl.





And I think that's enough slacking off for now!

IG-88 posted:

Been a minute since I picked up some records but I could not pass on these:

petit choux posted:

Nice.

What is city pop? Is it similar to any other genres?

Arcella posted:

This one I had to get just based on the album art; I really want this other album of his, but it can be pretty pricy:

IG-88 posted:

Arcella posted:

petit choux posted:

What is city pop? Is it similar to any other genres?

IG-88 posted:

Imagine driving around the mountains city on a cool, rainy starlit night in 1980s Japan

IG-88 posted:

Been a minute since I picked up some records but I could not pass on these:

petit choux posted:

Nice.

What is city pop? Is it similar to any other genres?

Turbinosamente posted:

His stuff is way too expensive, period. Also because I want it too. Also I'm 90% this is the same guy, who is patron saint of the forums' guitarists

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These dark days got darker. And tonight [22 February], when Jeff [Fielder, Lanegan’s long-term guitarist] called, so thoughtfully, at first I did not believe him. I did not want to believe him. After a time, the tears came. Now leaden body with heart in boots, my world is for ever changed.

I hope your final journey after arduous battle was kind and graceful enough, Old Scratch. And I pray grieving loved ones left behind in time are soothed and heal. I will for ever cherish your memory in my heart.

People said we were beauty and the beast. Yet I witnessed your beauty and I could frequently inhabit beast. Light and dark. Angel and devil. Of our records, you said you were “happy for me to do the heavy lifting”. Yet you brought my songs to life. Yes, even the so-called “butt naked” ones, with timbre so beautiful. I loved you especially on those.

You breathed mystical air into the songs of many, your own, QOTSA; poetic, incessant collaborator, I could not nail you down as I might. There’d be times we’d be offered main stage at a whopping festival and you’d turn me down precisely to play the same festival in the smallest tent. I dared never assume anything about you. You could be intimidating and scary some days and kept me on my toes. And yet we enjoyed appreciation and our time and there was nothing finer or more spiritually rewarding for me than to sing with you. Or hear you sing. Even on the evenings you were jonesing like the roadrunner to get away from the Neumann, out the vocal booth and in front of a Clippers game. Or every night backstage after the ceremonial defluffing of the pants. “Let’s do this!” you’d say.

There’d be days in 2006 and 2007 when I’d live in dread of that phone call, or fear switching on the radio to hear the news that was so lovingly delivered tonight. You chose to stay with us back then and that was no small miracle. Said our songs were keeping you alive. I wish they had still. Fifty-seven is too young.

Men loved you, women wanted to be with you, but you were more of a big brother to me. And I the tolerated kid sister. You were my study in the great dark man of which, in the words of Quentin, there are none. You were my Heathcliff, my fantasy. I pulled all-nighters in my flat in reclusive monk mode writing songs for you. It was an honour and gift.

On producing our records, I was, in your words, a “benevolent dictator”. Though in truth I just could not help or stop myself; you were that inspiring. A bit too young and uncool for grunge, I missed Screaming Trees and Nirvana and all that, but oh boy did I love Bubblegum and I’ll Take Care of You. To play organ for you live on Brook Benton, my heart was zinging! And we would talk about our old bands and all the fighting. And we would laugh.

I never bought into the debaucherous rock’n’roll tales of you then, nor can I bear to read headlines now. You were simply my friend. To me and many. You would speak to me of dear ones, like Jeffrey Lee Pierce.

When we first spoke, you had written lyrics to accompany my music and sang Why Does My Head Hurt So? down the telephone. You could literally sing the phonebook.

When I flew to Los Angeles to finish recording Ballad of the Broken Seas with you, you were out on day release from lockdown rehab and clearly in a lot of pain. And yet I sensed I was the source of great amusement to everyone at the studio, as such an innocent little Scottish pipsqueak, but that was OK. You were one of the funniest people I’ve ever met and also one of the grumpiest, too, which is saying a lot, because I thought I was the grumpiest. Until I met you.

You were the most generous tipper. In a diner one day, somewhere in the boonies, you really made the waitresses smile! Backstage somewhere in Berlin, when we were having a share, I was grousing and you said how surprised you were that I wasn’t a junkie. I knew what you meant.

Thanks for writing on my birthday last year (for the first time!) and telling me you miss me – which you had said at other times before. Sometimes in the past I felt you indifferent, but I sure miss you too in this strange new world. Have peace now. Be free. See you again for one last concert together in the furnace or sky. Sueños con los angelitos, dear friend, you are loved and missed.